*Conner and Benjamin lie prone on a hill over looking the camp through binoculars.*

Conner: I count about 23 in the camp, eight in the central guard tower four watching the front gate, patrols of about two to four here and there and *looks over at some guard dogs as lightening flashes* "Whoa some real nasty looking dogs, What I don't get is why a camp so large has so few guards?"

Benjamin: "Maybe they're on patrol or something?"

Conner: "In this jungle?"

Benjamin: "Yeah that is a good point. *Spies something in his binoculars* Looks like theirs something going on in that large hut over there!"

Conner: *looks over at the hut to see flashing lights and weird Euro music.* "Are they taking in a show?"

Benjamin: "Could be the chance we need let's go." *get's up and heads for the camp.*

Conner: "I'm getting a real sense of Deja vu from this." *Follows him down the hill towards the camp*

*suspenseful jungle music plays*

*They duck down in behind the rocks and take cover from a searchlight in the guard tower, Benjamin gestures I see lookout in the tower take him out, Conner nods and attaches a suppressor to his rifle,*

*Phew phew thud crash*

Benjamin: *whispers* "Tango down nice work."

*They spot two more at the base of the tower having a smoke. Conner shoots one down but before the other can spot them he is dragged into a hole and killed.*

*Puzzled Conner and Benjamin head up to the hole and notice someone has beaten the soldier to death.*

Conner: "Gophers?"

Benjamin: "Conner go on through and scout around the camp I'll try to find another way in."

Conner: "Right you do that." *Climbs into the hole and looks up at Benjamin*

*Conner *turns on his flashlight and follows the tunnel under the camp*

Conner: "Now I know what a Mole feels like, two and half years at the USYMC Academy for this sh*t."

*Suddenly he hears something moving in the area.*

Conner: *Thoughts* "What was that?" *Draws his M1911 and surveys the tunnel, his eyes darting around until he sees a Mole squeak and scurry away.* "Just a mole. *He lowers his gun* It's just a...*He is suddenly smacked in the back of a head with a shovel and goes down, fighting the throbbing pain in his head he draws his gun and fires twice*

"Ne Terez Pas!" ((Don't shoot.))

*Conner looks up as his vision clears to see a Young Boy about his age with messy dark hair a dirt covered Getting Gay with Kids shirt and bandolier, brown pants and combat boots*

"Your not one of z'em?"

*Conner pistol whips him*

"Ce qui la baise!" (What the f*ck!)

Conner: "That's for hitting me with a shovel assh*le."

*Conner helps him up and gets punched in the jaw for his efforts*

"And z'at's for shooting at me and pe'stol whipping me in the z'e face Az'hole!"

Conner: "Okay I kinda deserved that so we're even."

"That depends Mon amie.",

Conner: "On what?"

*holds out a cigarette.* "Got a light?"

Conner: " I got Gum."

"Keep it."

Conner: "Well as long we're down here would you mind telling me your name Mon Amie?"

*Suddenly beams of light shoot from the eyes of Craig's Glyph and into his, The light glows so bright it blinds the Boys."

Craig: "GUYS THERE'S SOMETHING IMPORTANT I HAVE TO TELL YOU!!"

Kyle: "WHAT!!!"

*Craig flips them off.*

Cartman: *cups his hands* " f*ck YOU CRAIG!!!"

*The bright shoots out of the temple roof and into the sky, When the smoke clears Craig and Stripe are gone."

Cartman: "WELL SERVES YOU RIGHT assh*le."

*In a another time or place maybe another dimension maybe another world Craig awakens*

Craig: "Where..Where am I?"

*He sees Stripe in front of him.*

Stripe: *Communicates Telepathically through his glowing eyes in a deep voice.*

Stripe: "Welcome Chosen one we have much to discuss."

Craig: *Jaw Drops in awe!* "Holy f*cking sh*t on a Flaming Shingle."

*Meanwhile Conner and Christophe get some bonding time in while tunneling.*

Christophe: *grunts and sweats from digging* "And z'hen *grunt* I was pulled back down to Earth and back into my own body." *grunts* I still have z'he scar on my stomach from where z'hose filthy dogs tore out my kidneys, *grunts* and z'hen top it all off z'e next day my stupid mother went out and bought me a puppy, A f*cking PUPPY!" z'ey are truly filthiest of all of God's homosexual creatures, What about you what's your story?"

Conner: "It's a long Story but to make it short I lost my parents and older brother in the Pandemic."

Conner: "I survived on own for almost a year until I came to South Park, in two day's I managed to attract the attention of the local and state police, the FBI The National Guard and the ATF."

Christophe: "What did you do?"

Conner: "I kinda brought a gun onto school grounds, caused about 11 million dollars in damage. destroyed a helicopter full of ATF assh*les and put a truant officer in a testicular vegetative state."

Christophe: " Mon' Ane I thought I was bad."

((The normal phrase in French is Mon Dieu but given The Mole's apathy toward God I figured this phrase My Jackass suited him better.))

Conner: "Milk Company came to me with an offer, Said If I could bring these kids back in one piece they might be able to get a pardon from the Governor."

Christophe: "And you believe them."

Conner: "Haven't got much of a choice, If you don't mind me asking how did you get into this mess anyway?"

Christophe: "My Beetch Mother signed me up for it said it would do me some good, next z'hing I know I'm singing and dancing like a little homosexual about destroying z'he rainforest and right before opening night z'hey snatch us up and throw us in here."

Conner:"Who are these people."

Christophe: "Retouchers enfants bout a bout." ((People who touch children in the butt.))

Conner: "What?"

Christophe: "Child sex traffickers"

Conner: "Good God."

Christophe: "Don't even get started on z'hat pussy, anyway I've spent z'he last two weeks tunneling under z'he camp and soon we'll all be able to escape z'his hell, Now If my map is correct we should be right under z'he Guards hut."